Chapter 4
Sarah sat calmly at the head of a massive oak conference table inside the secure headquarters of the FBI's financial crimes division. She had traded her dark olive green trench coat for a razor-sharp tailored navy suit, projecting an aura of absolute authority.
Agent Harrison placed a thick stack of printed wiretap transcripts on the table, sliding them respectfully toward her steady hands. "The federal judge signed the immediate asset freeze at midnight, Mrs. Vance; Sterling's domestic accounts are officially paralyzed," Harrison reported.
Sarah flipped through the documents with cold, mechanical precision, her dark eyes scanning the frantic midnight communications of her desperate husband. "Have the federal marshals secured the primary servers at his corporate headquarters in downtown Chicago?" Sarah asked, her voice dangerously steady.
"They breached the building at dawn; his IT department surrendered the master encryption keys without a single fight," the agent confirmed. Sarah nodded once, a subtle micro-expression of dark satisfaction flashing across her face before returning to an emotionless, calculated mask.
"He will attempt to liquidate his secondary hedge funds in the Cayman Islands by noon," Sarah predicted with flawless psychological insight. "We already anticipated that move; the international banking coalition has flagged his biometric authorization as a critical security risk," Harrison assured her.
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She rested her hand on her stomach again, feeling a strong kick from the child who would inherit a perfectly cleansed empire. Richard had arrogantely assumed her pregnancy was a weakness that would force her into quiet, humiliated submission.
Instead, it had transformed her into an apex predator, willing to burn his entire corrupt world to the ground to protect her legacy.
